In the shadow, under the tender and deep moonlight

In the shadow, under the tender and deep moonlight, The ghostly insistences bind us in invisible chains, Your walk, Lucille, through me is a melody, That stirs through my core, through my frenzied heart. Through the cracked retinas of my searching soul, You unfold like an unwritten love story, Your dresses, embracing your body with desire, Bite into each memory and every hidden dream. In my suitcase of memories, full of dreams and hopes, I find the sparkle of your eyes, like priceless jewels, The edge of your mouth, metallic silver, draws me like a magnet, Like a call to sit at the table for a feast of hearts. The bridges of time stretch over us like hands, Leaving their delicate traces in our steps embedded in the earth, Plants bloom around the square of our soul, Stringing their flowers as an offering of our passion and love. Under the amplified silence, I searched for you in the shop windows of my thoughts, Through the flames of desire smoldering deep within my being, In the soul, in my deepest and most intimate dreams, I searched for you in the shadow of peaceful nights, where we found each other again. In swift motion, I followed your trail, Lucille, As if I were a wolf thirsty for love, I searched for you with hawk-like steps, with wings stretched towards the sky, With thoughts lit like candles in the church of the heart. In my fingers, so as not to hurt myself with the past, I placed my memories, as a shield for my experiences, I searched for you in every shade, in every musical note, In every sound that delighted my soul in your search. In this world where we both were travelers, I plunged into your depths, like into deep water, With the hallucination of your love, like a proud wolf's hat, I lost and found myself in your eyes, the mirror of truth. Thus, in the labyrinth of our dizzying love, We found each other, two lost souls, In the dance of these long and romantic verses, Echo of our love, a magical and melancholic story.